Disclaimer: Don't own any of the wrestlers, the only things I can even pretend to own are the ideas.
Summary: Best friends. The term describes Trish Stratus and John Cena – or does it? With all the drama going on in their lives, even they're not sure anymore.

Everything You Want
Part Twelve:

Outside the men's locker room, Trish dug in her purse, pulling out her cell phone. She made a mental note to herself to change the ringtone she'd been using for over a month; the 50 Cent song getting old after the first thirty calls she'd gotten. She ended the music by pressing the talk button, greeting the voice on the other end.

"Trish!" Stacy exclaimed, her voice loud. "You finally answered! I've only tried calling you four times."

"Sorry, I was… busy. What's up?"

"Well, number one, I wanted to make sure you got to the arena okay, which you did, right? And number two, I needed to give you the heads up…"

"Number one, yes I'm at the arena and I'm fine. And what heads up?"

Biting her lip, Stacy sighed into the phone. "John's looking for you. Rob and I saw him earlier, and he told me to let you know that he was looking for you. I figured you wouldn't want to talk to him right now, so I thought I'd let you know in case you wanted to try and avoid him."

"Well, you're right, I really don't want to talk to him right now, but it think it's kind of inevitable, don't you? I mean, we work together, we have the same friends, and we're incredibly close, so if I try to avoid him, he'll more than likely notice."

"Okay, I just thought I'd let you know."

"Thanks. So, where are you guys right now?"

"We just got back to the arena and we're in the cafeteria right now."

"Don't leave, I'll be there in a minute."

CAFETERIA

"So," Trish began, taking a bite of Rob's sandwich. "Didn't you say you guys went out to eat?"

"Mmhmm," Rob nodded, stealing his food back. "What's your point?"

"You just had something to… nevermind," Rolling her eyes, Trish focused her attention on Stacy. "So…"

"So, I have a question," Stacy said, a questioning look on her face. "Where were you all those times I tried to call?"

"I told you, I was busy."

"Doing?"

"Looking for you and Jay. Speaking of Mr. Reso, where is he? I haven't heard from him all day."

"Not a clue," Stacy shrugged. "But stop trying to change the subject, missy. You were looking for Jay and me for over two hours? I called you four times in two hours, and there's no way you searched for us that long."

"Well, I was doing something else, too…"

"What?"

"I… I went to the men's locker room to look for Jay because you weren't picking up your phone, and I'd just had the greatest conversation with Michelle…"

"Oh boy," Stacy cut in, shaking her head. Even Rob, who had been too busy scarfing down his second lunch to pay attention the women's' conversation, looked up and groaned quietly at the Diva search contestant's name.

"SO," Trish cleared her throat, getting Stacy and Rob's full attention. "Yeah, I was in the locker room alone, and Michelle came in and started acting really nice to me, so I felt horrible for disliking her so much right now, and then I kind've… asked about her feelings for John."

"What'd she say?" Stacy questioned fearfully.

"She… uhm, she said that she really likes him a lot, and that they're kind of together," At the last word, Trish's voice started to crack. She paused, swallowing hard and taking a deep breath. She'd done enough almost crying for a lifetime, and she refused to do it again. Regaining her composure, she spoke again. "And, uhm, she just sounded so sincere, like, she really likes him, and I refuse to do anything to mess that up for her. She's a good person, and her and John really deserve each other. I just want them both to be happy."

"Trish…"

"No," Trish cut Stacy off, raising a finger to silence her friend. "No, Stace. I do care for John, a lot, and I know that won't just stop, but I can not try to ruin what's going on with them. I'll find someone else, and I'll get over everything eventually."

"Look, I know you don't want to hurt Michelle, or John for that matter, but you can't deny your feelings. Just give things a little time, and see how serious John and Michelle are."

"Stacy, listen to me," Trish groaned, running her fingers through her messy blonde locks. "I understand where you're coming from, and I know you wanna help me. I appreciate it, I really, really do. But the part you don't seem to get is that it hurts to see them together. Really hurts. I can't explain the pain, but it's bad, okay? And I can't tell John and Michelle how I feel because then they'll be hurt, and they'll either break up or stay together… and I honestly don't know which is worse. The point is that the only way I can feel better is to stay away from them altogether. They won't understand why I do it, but at least they can be happy together and I won't have to see them."

"Trish, you can't avoid them forever," The person trying to reason Trish this time was Rob. His deep hazel eyes were filled with concern. "You work with them, you'll see them almost every day. There's got to be another way."

"I'll find a way to stay away, don't worry."

"Alright, I believe you," Stacy gave in, raising her hands in submission. "But you never finished what you were saying before… You saw Michelle, then went to men's locker room looking for Jay, and then what?"

"Well, Jay wasn't there, but… Randy Orton was. I asked him if he'd seen you, Jay, or Rob, and he said no. I was just gonna leave and go back to the locker room, but he asked if I was okay, and I said I was, but he didn't believe me. So I finally gave in and we talked for a while, and it actually did a lot of good."

"Wow," Stacy breathed. "Of all the people I could see you spilling your guts to, Randy was nowhere on that list. He really helped?"

Nodding, Trish smiled. "He listened, then offered some advice, and he really understands how I feel. He said he actually feels the same way a lot of the time."

"Randy Orton said this?" Stacy questioned incredulously. "Randy Orton knows how it feels to love someone and not have the feelings returned? Are we talking about the same man, because the one I know has never had a serious relationship in his life."

"Maybe you just don't know him very well," Trish offered simply. "He seemed really sincere to me, and the things he said made sense," Pausing, she shrugged and sipped her soda. "I just… I dunno, my main objective right now is to just keep my distance from John and Michelle."

Glancing up, over Trish's head, Stacy's smile started to fade. "Uhm, well, I'm not sure how well that's gonna work seeing as how John's coming over here right now."

Her stomach dropping, Trish slowly turned around.

"Hey guys," John greeted, taking the seat beside Trish. "What's up?" Everyone shrugged and John nodded, focusing his attention on Trish. "Trish, can we talk?"

Thinking fast, Trish shook her head. "I, uhm… I have to go meet up with Victoria so we can discuss our match later on. We get to be second to the main event, so the match needs to be great."

"It'll just take a sec…"

"I know, but… I, I really need to go. As a matter of fact, I was just told Stacy I had to go, didn't I, Stace?"

Stacy nodded, her face solemn.

Suspicious, John shrugged, confused. "Okay… well, can you stop by my locker room later? I just really wanna talk to you about something."

"Sure, I'll stop by," Trish agreed, standing up. "I'll see you guys later." Without looking back, Trish hurried away.

"Yeah, Stace, I'm gonna go to his locker room. If I don't, he'll just call my phone like crazy or stop by my hotel room later. I'm just gonna get this all over with. Sure, I'll call you later."

Trish headed down the near-empty arena hallway after Smackdown! had ended. All she wanted to do was get the talk with John over with, then head back to the hotel room and go to bed, hopefully forgetting all about John and Michelle, and everything having to do with them.

At the end of one hallway, Trish took a left, trying to remember where John's locker room was. At the end of the next hallway, she turned right, looking up and stopping where she was, nearly groaning aloud. Of course, with her luck, she'd chosen to go talk to John when he was with Michelle. She tiptoed backward without the couple spotting her, almost thankful that they'd been too wrapped up in each to notice her. Deciding to just call John and make an excuse later on, Trish quickened her pace, trying to get as far away from them as possible.

When she found an abandoned hallway, one she was sure no one would be coming to, Trish stopped, letting herself slide to floor, too tired to even try to walk to her car. Tears stung her eyes, fighting to spill over, down her cheeks. Trish fought all she could, not wanting to lose her composure, but a few stray tears escaped her, sliding down her face one by one. Not even bothering to wipe them away, she closed her eyes and rested her head on the wall behind her. Soon afterwards, tears were flowing freely, the drama from the previous few days finally catching up and hitting her in one big blow. "What did I do to deserve all of this?"

"Nothing."

Trish jumped, her eyes shooting open to find a solemn-faced Randy Orton. She blinked a few times, taking a deep breath before she spoke. "What did you say?"

"I said," Randy began, kneeling down so he was level with Trish. "There's nothing wrong with you."

"But…"

"No 'buts', Trish," Randy cut her off, waving a hand in the air. "I know you're hurting right now, and there's no reason you shouldn't be, because it's a normal thing for you to be feeling, but you will be alright. Eventually you'll get over this, and you'll find your perfect person."

Sniffling, Trish just nodded her head, forcing a smile for Randy.

Patting her knee gently, Randy stood up. "I have to go now, but I'll stop by your hotel room later, okay?" she nodded, and he smiled confortingly. "You'll be fine, I promise."

After Randy had disappeared, Trish slowly stood up, heading out the direction he had gone, muttering his last words of advice to herself as she walked.

IN THE HALLWAY

"So, he just said all that and then walked away?" Stacy's face was incredulous.

Taking a bite of her mint chocolate chip ice cream, Trish vehemently shook her head, not wanting Stacy to get the wrong impression. "No, no, Stace, he was really sweet about it, and he promised to stop by my room later to make sure I was alright." They headed into the first floor elevator, pushing the button to send them to floor two.

Finishing off her strawberry ice cream, Stacy dropped her bowl in the garbage, then turned to face her friend. "As long as he didn't just leave you there."

"He didn't," Trish assured her as they exited the elevator and took a left. They stopped in front of Trish's room and she turned her back to Stacy, sliding her key into the lock. She was about to step inside when Stacy tapped her shoulder.

"Look who's coming…"

Spinning around, Trish smiled up at Randy, ready to thank him for all he'd done for her throughout the day, but she didn't get her chance.

Without saying a word, Randy reached his hand forward, giving Trish a single red rose with a card attached. With a sly smile, he turned and walked away, not looking back.

An excited grin on her face, Stacy turned to Trish, grabbing her by the arms. "Well, what's the card say?"

Opening it open, Trish it aloud. "Day One."

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